The wind comes to be warm. After the rain, the season exactly changes. People say that here comes the spring. We greet the brilliant day with cherry blossoms. I will walk along a beautiful river. The cherry blossom flowers have fleeting lives. Petals imply the warmer wind. Then I feel the next step of my life. There is nothing that nothing happens in a year. As long as I live, maybe.
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